Love
Her curls
get lost
on my hips.
So many ways of wanting.
But
love
Love will come.
All this time
I thought
I had to forgive him.
When it was me
all along.
I had to forgive myself.
Hours spent writing.
Dancing
on my new record
from a car boot sale
Needing
no one.
Asking
for nothing.
The curtain
keeps falling.
Inside
becomes outside.
Outside
becomes inside.
The city smells of flesh
the city smells of flesh
the rich are drinking their champagne
putting cladding on buildings
like cheap dresses over beaten bodies
they will all notice the glitter
but you will the bruises
the city smells of flesh
poor kids looking for their mothers under some bricks
while tories hold another speech on a strong and stable government
dead bodies for jacuzzis
orphans for more walls
widows for crystal glasses
the screams of a woman throwing her baby form the 9th floor
begging for strangers to save him
and tories signing another petition against safety
lost souls haunting their neighbourhood in the night time
still sleeping
still dreaming
not knowing
a little boy catches his mother’s ashes
from the ground floor
the only way to say goodbye
East West
It all begins with an idea.
sun rises in the east
and sets in the west
i should have known
a new way
to cry in public
if you re sad
smile more often
people will be sad back
breathe in breathe out
i should have known
there are no shortcuts
or hidden tracks
we end up
in the same place
waves are washing away
the remains of us
I’m only being myself when I’m dreaming
Poem
there is a dream
that we cannot choose
the 10 seconds after
the darkness
suddenly
i can feel the weight of my hand
clinging into this world